"I, I don't know," stammered Dagger. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"It's alright," whispered Sephiroth.

"It's not alright, you heartless bastard!" wailed Dagger, "I love him, he's my boyfriend and my world. It will never be alright!"

There was a sudden tearing, a rend in time and space, which twisted realties and shook the party off their feet.

"What the hell!?" cried Squall.

Almost as soon as it started, the shaking was over.

"It seems to have passed," said Sephiroth, "That danger is over."

He couldn't be more wrong.

“How long before they break through!?” yelled Zidane above the roar of the cannons.

Zidane, and an army of moogles and Genomes, were in strategic positions in the Great Hall. It had long ago been ruined, the blasts of magic and laser fire destroying most of the ancient building.

“A few minutes at most, kupo!” cried one of the battle moogles.

“Every moogle cover that door!” cried Zidane.

“Ready, kupo!” cried the moogles, as they raised their weapons.

The door broke open, as the Magi-tek warriors burst through the door.

“Bugger, kupo!” screamed the moogles as the lasers raked through them.

“Return fire!” bellowed Zidane.

“We're running out of ammo, kupo!”

“Blast!” cried Zidane, “Where are those reinforcements?”

There was a sound like the scream of eternity, as time and space shattered. The ground shook, toppling Magi-teks and throwing moogles to the ground.

“Holy crap, kupo!” screamed a moogle.

“What the hell?!” cried Zidane.

This time, the temporal shock did not end. It was only beginning.

“Zidane's death shocked us all,” said Edea, “The Three are deadly, evil and ruthless and they must be hunted down and stopped.”

Edea's office had been repainted, with a huge glass window and a drinks dispenser. Sephiroth and Kuja sat uncomfortably on hard wooden chairs. Edea swivelled lightly on her chair.

“But what is even more curious, is why,” stated Kuja, “Why and how. Why come to this point in time? Why not just kill him as a young child, or slay him as a newborn infant? And how did they come from the future? Do these, 'Heartless' really wield so much power as to send agents through time? We need to know what is going on and soon.”

“The Heartless, as Cloud told you, seem to have limitless powers,” said Sephiroth.

“How did Cloud travel through time?” asked Edea, “If the Heartless can control time to a sufficient extent to send agents through it, how did Cloud warn us? And why would the Heartless not come themselves?”

“That isn't important,” snapped Sephiroth, “What is important is the murder of Zidane, the fact that the Heartless will rule forever. For eternity.”

“We could travel back and save Zidane,” suggested Kuja, “We may be able to stop Valentine.”

“How?” asked Edea.

“The Dark Library on Hollow Libris contains books of magicks more powerful than anything we possess,” remarked Kuja, “Time magic. We could travel through time.”

“We?” asked Edea.

“We need Dagger,” said Kuja, “She and Zidane's destinies are linked, their histories are intertwined. If she dies, then history will doubtless fall to the Heartless.”

"The two of you will head to Hollow Libris," said Edea, "The two of you will protect Dagger. This may be our only hope for saving the entire universe."

The buildings shook as the time rupture shook at the heart of their structures, rocked the very foundations of Hollow Bastion's history. Valentine's bullet had not just ripped Zidane's heart from his chest, it had ripped history's heart out. Crucial events in history were knocked off course, the future reworked and renewed.

Commander Zidane drew his gun, and fired at the Magi-tek, whilst trying to stay on his feet as the weaker yet ongoing tremor continued to rumble and weaken history.

Zidane flipped through air, kicked Valentine down, picked up the stunned moogle, and ran from the ruined room, jumped and toppled through the broken window, falling down into the abyss of the ruined world that had once been Hollow Libris.

The gummi ship docked in Hollow Libris, and Dagger stepped out, followed by Kuja and Sephiroth. The library was desolate, musty, filled with cobwebbed books and the odd half-written dissertation.

“This place is decayed and old,” said Dagger, glumly.

A maniacal laugh sounded through the ancient library.

“Kefka is the lord of death, Kefka kills you in your bed. Kefka is the lord of death...”

“Who are you?!” cried Sephiroth.

Kefka. Kefka. Kefka. Kefka. Kefka.

A clown leapt down from the ceiling.

“I am Kefka!” he roared.

“Where is the librarian?!” demanded Kuja.

“He's dead,” said Kefka.

“Why?” demanded Kuja.

“Because I'm Kefka,” he explained, “It's what I do, and what I am.”

“We demand to be allowed entry to the library!” ordered Sephiroth.

“Oh, do shut up,” sighed Kefka, lifting Sephiroth up and tossing him into a bookcase.

“But one bullet will solve it,” snarled Valentine, “It will stabilise one reality, make Zidane's death permanent.”

Sephiroth slashed out with his blade, and the gun fell to the floor in pieces. Valentine dodged out of the way, and drew his own blade. The two swords clashed and clanged off each other. Valentine's claw thrust out and Sephiroth ducked, kicking in Valentine's stomach. Valentine slashed out at Sephiroth's hand, drawing blood.

“Blood?” asked Sephiroth, looking at his hand.

“They'll be more blood soon!” roared Valentine, charging.

“Kuja, get the others out of here!” cried Sephiroth, parrying Valentine's strike.

The one teacher, two teenagers, and a very confused moogle ran.

Valentine's claw was weaving and snatching, hitting and beating. Sephiroth kicked out, and cut off the claw.

“If Sephiroth can't beat Valentine, what do we do!?” cried Zidane, as they ran, “He was the only one who could stop Ruin-how do I know that?”

“This reality is collapsing!” cried Kuja, “You are filling the hole in time, stabilising our reality.”

“It takes more than the infinite crushing energies of a universe collapsing to kill me.”

The three friends laughed.

Ansem sat alone. He was always alone. He sat at his desk waiting for the break to end. He considered the darkness he had seen. He would discover its power, become its slave. He would wield the power of the darkness. And never be alone again.

Rivals

The people of the world of Hollow Bastion are bound by ancient pacts to observe other worlds. While there, they are insubstantial, spectres which cannot be seen by the natives. They cannot interfere, only watch.

Her hair was long, black. She had smooth, white skin, and a childlike smile, and had had Squall's eye from the minute they had met. Squall was unsure how to react when he was stationed with her on an observation mission to Deep Forest. It was a primitive, low technology world, so called because its inhabitants had no knowledge of the world outside, and called it merely "Wood". It would have been the perfect opportunity to get know her better. There was just one problem.

"So," said Squall's oldest friend, Cloud, "What do we have to observe?"

They were in a observation port, constructed from bamboo, and had an all-pervading odour of damp moss."A group of plague sufferers," said Rinoa, the girl, "We have to wait to see if the plague wipes them out, or if they survive. Remember, we can't interfere, or change anything now we're beyond the barriers.""And the point of this is?" asked Squall.

"Oh, no point," said Rinoa, bitterly, "If it was important, they wouldn't have sent a group of kids.”“Well, at least its an easy A,” said Squall..

"I'm going the observatory," said Rinoa, "See you at lunch."She left the room as quickly as she had entered it.

"Do you have to do that every time she enters the room?!" snarled Squall, "On the way here, you were happy we would have free time. But no, every time she comes in, you suddenly care about the work?"

"She wouldn't like you anyway," snapped Cloud, "I've invited her to the ball when we get back."Squall turned angrily.

"I've liked her since we first met, you, you bastard," hissed Squall, "And you ask her out!""You never did anything about it!" yelled Cloud, "Why shouldn't I?"Squall swung his fist round into Cloud's face, knocking his friend onto the hard wood floor.

"Stop!" yelled Rinoa, "We're meant to be observing. A group of men have started injecting the apes with chemicals. "

Squall noticed that her eyebrows arched when she was angry, but there were more pressing matters to consider. "What?!" cried Squall, running to the observation tower.

Squall and Rinoa headed to the observation tower.

The men wore suits, elegantly pressed suits, and carried guns.

"Who are they?" asked Rinoa.

"They look like a military organisation," said Squall, "Look at the insignia on that gummi ship. T...U...R...K. Turk! Who are the Turks?"

"I think it does," said Rinoa, "The two of you have been the best of friends for as long I as I can remember. Is it because of me?"

Squall looked deep into Rinoa's big brown eyes.

"Why would that be?" asked Squall.

"I decided to go to the ball with Cloud," said Rinoa. "It is true, then," snapped Squall, "Could the two of us stop them?""We'd need Cloud's help," said Rinoa. "We don't need Cloud!" yelled Squall, "Some friend he turned out to be. Get to the communications tower, and ask for help. This training exercise is over."

"But..." protested Rinoa.

"GO!" ordered Squall.

Rinoa hurried to the tower. Squall drew his gunblade, and leapt downwards.

Turk Report 12 on Project: Demonbirth

Security Clearance Required

The project is still in its early stages. The primitives we have captured have all successfully been impregnated. Although none have given birth, there are, as yet, no ill effects. Commander Reno ordered me to compose this report, in order to bring you news of this operation which you have expressed so much interest. Sergeant Elena has ordered several more impregnations of the lesser creatures, believing that ape-demons will be more easily controlled. Of course, I, as aide-de-camp to Reno, have been working directly with both of them. We believe the first test subject will give birth within five weeks.

A moustache twirled, and an evil laugh filled the headquarters.

“Secretary!” cried the figure in the darkness, “Compose a reply. I want a full occupation of Deep Jungle. Now!”

Squall leapt among the men, and was instantly surrounded by guns. Their leader was a man with long brown hair in a ponytail. He wore a blue suit like all the rest, and held a cigarette in his hands.

Rinoa headed off towards the ship. Cloud and Squall glared at each other for a minute, and then the two headed towards the ship.

“Captain Rude, send a report to the Director,” said Reno, “We need backup.”

“Yes sir,” said Rude, a black man in a blue suit.“And Elena?” asked Reno, “Put me through to General Tseng.”

Turk Report 13 on Project: Demonbirth

Two trainee knights from the Edgar Academy arrived here. A platoon of knights will soon be here. We require reinforcements. Project: Hollow Turk will have to be put forward. It is time for Hollow Bastion to fall to the Turks.